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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 235

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 235

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 235

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Linda and Lisa were concerned, but weren’t sure what was wrong. Steve hadn’t told Linda everything about Ghost’s trouble, when he lived here with Maxey. He’d just told her that he had been here in L. A. and sang in a band with a real psycho. He didn’t elaborate at the time.

Ghost was now directing Bill to turn down another street. “There’s the coffee shop, Steve…the very one. He pointed to it. Then, a little further along, they drove by a small house, and Ghost was beginning to hyperventilate.

“That’s where I lived…that’s where…oh, God, Steve…” He couldn’t look away, even as tears were falling.

“Ghost, it’s in the past, he won’t hurt you again.” Steve tried to reassure him. “Bill, get us out of here,” he said.

They drove out of the neighborhood, and back to the business section of the area. Bill pulled into the steak house’s parking lot. “What is going on? Are we still going in, or what?” he asked.

Linda could see how upset Ghost was. “Are you ok…what’s the deal with that house?”

“That’s the house I escaped from,” Ghost said. “He hurt me real bad in there, and I was drugged and couldn’t get away for a long time. Then he almost killed me, and I barely got out, and…and…” he couldn’t go on talking about it.

Steve was holding Ghost close, even as he was getting angrier. Then it dawned on him. Ghost had been here needing help, and was so, so close to where Linda lived, the whole time. If they’d only known.

Ghost seemed to have calmed down, now that he’d gotten his story partly told. “I’m ok, Steve. It was just seeing this again, ya know…all that I remember, but like you said, it’s past ago…a long time.” He sighed, and sat up. “It’s ok…we can go in, I think. I think I been in here before, too. The food is good, and I’m hungry. He wiped his face, trying to smile.

“Well, ok, if you’re sure. I mean we can go to another place, no problem,” Bill said.

No, it’s ok,” Ghost said. They all got out and went inside the restaurant.

It was a nice place…a bit more fancy than a fast food place, but not terribly expensive. They were seated in a large corner booth. Linda reminded Stevie and Mandy to be on their best behavior. They said they understood, but she wasn’t sure how long that would last, so she hoped this wouldn’t take too long.

The waiter took their orders, and when he went to turn it into the kitchen, he commented to his fellow co-workers. “That’s him…I know it…take a look out there,” he said. “Oh, hey…I forgot, I have a picture on my phone, still. I took it at that concert I went to…the best one I ever saw.” He pulled up the pictures. “Yep, look…that’s him, the singer…and I heard he just disappeared after that…never heard from again,” the waiter told the others.

The co-workers agreed it was the same person in the picture, as was here in the restaurant. “You know, Maxey was looking for him for so long. I talked to him a few times in the coffee shop…got his number right here, too. Should I try and call him? I mean, I don’t know him, really, but I heard he got into some serious trouble back east.” He looked around at the other waiters. “Hell, I’m calling. It may not even be his number anymore, anyway.” He dialed, hearing it ring several times. He was about to hang up, when someone came on the line.

“Hello, who is this?” the person asked.

“Um, we met a few times at the coffee shop…is this Maxey? The guy that plays there sometimes?”

“Yeah, what’d’ya want?”

“Well, that blond singer you had back then…the one that disappeared…he’s sitting right here in the restaurant…the steak house, right down from the coffee shop,” the waiter said.

“What? For real?”

“Yeah, him and some other people. They just ordered…guess they’ll be here awhile.”

“Oh, my God…is there a dark haired guy with him…kinda curly hair?”

“Let me see,” the waiter said, going over to peek out the service door. “Yeah, he’s there, and looks like a family with a couple of little kids.”

“Ok, ok…shit…that’s his asshole boyfriend. Hey, try to keep them there as long as you can. I’m coming over there, ok?”

“Ok, sure, but we can’t have any trouble in the restaurant, understand? I just wanted to let you know.”

“Yeah, I know…I just want to see for myself…and thanks, Dude.” He hung up.

Raising his eyebrows, the waiter said. “Well, he’s coming over here. Try to keep that singer here as long as you can, ok?” They agreed to try.

~

At the table, everyone had their drinks, and were talking and waiting for the steaks to be brought out. Ghost wasn’t saying much, and even the kids couldn’t get him to smile.

“Steve, he’s coming. I can tell…and it won’t be long,” Ghost said. “I want outta here.” He started getting up from his chair, but Steve grabbed his hand, pulling him back down.

“Settle down, it’ll be ok,” Steve said. “If he shows up, we’ll deal with it, and I’ll call the cops, ’cause he’s wanted in two states.”

Just then, the food was served, and the others started eating. Ghost couldn’t even look at his steak, he was so agitated, wildly scanning around the room, and jumping, every time the door opened. The others hadn’t noticed anything going on, yet, as they were helping the kids with their food, and continuing their conversation.

Then, Ghost gasped, staring at the person who’d just walked in…Maxey.

Maxey stood there, looking over the room, taking only seconds before he locked eyes with Ghost. Ghost heard his thoughts as clear as if he’d spoken aloud… “Hah, there you are, you little bastard, let’s see ya get away this time. There’s no Hicksville sheriff gonna come to your rescue here.” He strode over to the table.

“Let’s go, we got business to do,” he said, scowling at Ghost.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve said, standing up. “Ghost isn’t going anywhere with you.”

Ghost stood up, too. “Leave me alone, Maxey. We ain’t got business with you, anymore.”

“Get outta my face, punk,” Maxey said to Steve, then grabbing Ghost’s wrist, he jerked him toward him.

Steve drew back, punching Maxey square in the face, breaking his nose, knocking Maxey out cold. “I hope I killed you, you son-of-a-bitch,” he yelled, trying to hit him again.

Ghost knew he had to restrain Steve, or he would kill Maxey. He grabbed his arm. “That’s enough, Steve.”

Steve knew it was, but wanted to keep on. As it was, the restaurant was in chaos. Maxey had fallen into another diner’s table, crashing everything to the floor. Blood was pouring over his face, and people were screaming. Bill joined Ghost in trying to talk Steve down from his anger.

Linda and Lisa scrambled to get the kids away, and they all ran into the restroom. They were crying, scared of what they’d already seen. “It’ll be ok, kids,” Linda said, trying to ease their fears.

“But, Steve hit that man. Is he dead?” Stevie asked.

“No, he’s not dead…just knocked out. He has a broken nose, but he’ll be ok…don’t worry.”

Lisa was holding Mandy, who was hiding her face in Lisa’s shoulder. They stayed in there for a little while, waiting for some kind of order out in the main room. “What was that all about?” Lisa asked.

“I’m not sure,” Linda said. “I think that guy wanted Ghost to come with him, and Steve got mad. I’m definitely going to find out, though.”

~

Out in the restaurant, people were either leaving, or standing in shock, waiting to see what would happen next. The manager had called the police, and the sirens from them, and the ambulance could be heard, as they approached. Maxey was now coming around. When the policemen entered, Steve was hollering.

“Take him in…he’s a fugitive…arrest him…” Finally, the cops were able to understand, and called in for a record check and outstanding warrants on Maxey. They knew then, that they’d captured a criminal, and they handcuffed him. The EMT’s did some minor first aid, then loaded Maxey into the ambulance. The cop went along, too, as he was ordered to not let Maxey out of his sight.

Steve would not be charged with assault, right now…only if Maxey pressed charges. As they left, Ghost collapsed in the chair, and put his head down on his arms, on the table. He sobbed, feeling that it was finally over. Steve knelt down and talked to Ghost in a low voice. Ghost nodded, saying he understood.

Bill said, “Mister, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do…both of you. Now, I’m getting the girls, and the kids, and we’re going home. Straighten yourselves up before I get back. The kids are already scared enough.” He went over to the restrooms, to let them know it was over.

Ghost raised up his head, and looked across the way…right into the face of the waiter. He knew he’d been the one that had called Maxey. If looks could kill, the waiter would be dead from the evil eye Ghost gave him.

“Let it go, man…nothing good will come of putting a curse on that asshole,” Steve said.

Ghost nodded, and looked away, but the waiter could feel the waves of negative energy Ghost had sent his way. He scuttled back into the kitchen.

The manager was making ‘who’s gonna pay for all the damages noises,’ and Steve threw some money on the table…more than enough to cover it all. He saw Bill, Lisa, Linda, and the kids come out, so he helped Ghost up, meeting them at the door. They all left. The kids had been told not to ask questions, just yet, and so, the short ride home was deathly quiet.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 198

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 198

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 198

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Ghost reached for his jacket, then handed Steve the phone. He called in their take-out order from the diner, then noticed that Zach had called, a little earlier.

“Did you talk to Zach, yet?” Steve asked. “Looks like he called.” He handed the phone to Ghost, who frowned at it.

“Oh, yeah…I gotta talk to him…but private. I’m going out there,” Ghost said, as he went out into the club area.

“It’s a madhouse around here sometimes, Linda, as you can see,” Steve said.

“Yes, and I’m loving every minute of it,” Linda said. “I’ll get a few things from upstairs, then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Ok…hey, Kinsey, we’re fixin’ to leave. Guess we’ll catch up with ya tomorrow,” Steve said.

“Oh, sure, Steve. You feeling ok, now? Sorry, for hitting ya,” Kinsey said.

“I’m fine, Kinsey, it’s no big deal,” Steve said, then went out to find Ghost.

He saw him still talking on the phone, so just motioned to come out to the car, when he was finished. Linda came downstairs, and she and Steve walked out the back door.

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Ghost finally got Zach back on the phone. “Hey, Zach, it’s me. I gotta know something.”

“Hi, Ghost…what’s up?”

“Um, you know that thing we got, that’s a secret from Steve?”

“Yep, it’s still a secret, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but when is it gonna not be anymore…like I don’t know when…’cause I don’t, and you need to tell me, so I can get things ready,” Ghost said.

Zach took a second to figure out what Ghost was asking. “Oh, you need to know when the car will be delivered, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Ok, it’s going to be tomorrow afternoon, at least that’s what they said.” He was still not sure how to talk to Ghost, when things of time and numbers came up…how to get him to understand. “You know what tomorrow afternoon is, don’t you, Ghost?” Zach asked.

“Kinda, but…but, when is that?” Ghost sounded like he had no idea.

Zach sighed. “Ok, tonight is when it gets dark, and you go to sleep. Tomorrow is when it gets light and you wake up. Then you eat breakfast, then you eat lunch, then afternoon is then…between lunch and supper. So the car should be delivered before supper tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok…I think I got it,” Ghost said. “So we have to be home all day?”

“Yeah, pretty much, ’cause you gotta sign the papers that say you got the car,when they bring it,” Zach explained.

“Ok, cool…I’ll plan something for when Steve sees it,” Ghost said. “Thanks, Zach.”

“Good luck…I’m sure Steve will love his surprise,” Zach said.

Ghost smiled, thinking about the Christmas surprise for Steve, then went down the hall. “Bye, Kinsey, see ya later.”

“Bye, Ghost…” Kinsey said.

As Ghost walked outside, he saw that it was beginning to snow. He tried to catch snowflakes in his mouth. Steve and Linda watched him, as they sat in the car.

“Steve, you amaze me,” Linda said. “Just from the last couple of days, I can say I am proud of you, and proud to be your sister.” She hugged him close.

“Thanks, Sis, but I don’t do anything special. I just try to make it through each day as best I can,” Steve said. “Just like everybody else.”

“No, not everybody. Not everybody has the thing inside them that makes them overcome trouble in their lives…to keep on, in the face of hard knocks…to face their worst fears, and to have patience and love enough inside them to keep on, Steve.” She smiled, and looked out at Ghost, again.

“Look at Ghost…he has it, too. In spite of everything, both of you keep on, never giving up, no matter what. That’s what I see. I see that you two belong together,” Linda said. “You both hold the other up, when it gets tough. It’s inspiring, Steve.” She shrugged, and said, “And, sorry if I’m getting all sappy about it, but I just love you…and now, I love Ghost, too.”

Steve sighed. “Thank you, Linda. It does get hard, sometimes.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “For awhile, when I didn’t have Ghost, when he left me…I really thought I’d die. I was dead inside already…and he saved me by coming back to me…forgiving me…” Steve caught his breath. “And, I’ll never take that for granted, again…never.” He looked out the car window, at Ghost.  “Linda…I got him a ring…for Christmas. I know we can probably never really be married…not officially, but I feel we are, already.”

“Oh, Steve,” Linda said. “I can see that, too…and a ring…well, that’s going to mean so much to him.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, smiling. “I had it engraved on the inside. It says ‘forever more’, ’cause that’s us…and our names, too. That word has been one of Ghost’s favorite things to describe us, even since the first,” Steve said.

“So it’s a surprise?” Linda asked.

“Yeah, I’m giving it to him tomorrow. We already planned to do our gifts on Christmas Eve,” Steve said. “I don’t have any idea what he’s got for me, but even if it was nothing, it would be everything…just him.”

“Aww, Steve, you’re going to have me crying any second,” Linda said, wiping away a tear.

“I wish I’d have known you were coming here sooner. I’d have gotten you something,” Steve said.

Linda shook her head. “No, I have everything I need, right here, Steve…being here with you.” She took his hand and kissed it.

Just then, Ghost ran over and jumped in the back seat. “Hey, y’all, it’s freaking cold out there. Can we go, huh? And, I’m hungry, and Steeeve, you promised we’d get a tree today, and we haven’t yet. Today is the day, isn’t it, or is it tomorrow? I’m learning day words, I think. Zach was explaining it to me on the phone, ’cause I needed to know when is tomorrow, ’cause…well just ’cause…so let’s get one, ok? And I got all those things to put on it. Linda can help now, too.” He stopped to take a breath. “Did ya hear me?” Ghost asked, looking at Steve and Linda.

They started laughing. “Yes, we heard you, loud and clear, Ghost,” Steve said.

“I say we go get our food, and a tree, and go to y’all’s  house, right now,” Linda said.

“Ok, then…the mission is…get food, and find a tree, and go home,” Steve said, as he backed the car out, and headed for the diner.

On the way, they passed by the little grocery store. “Hey, look…” Steve said, slowing down. “They have some trees for sale. You want to get one of these, Ghost?”

“Yes, yes, yes…stop,” Ghost said, and as soon as Steve parked the car, he jumped out. There were only a few trees left…none of them perfect, but Ghost hugged them all, and he did find the one he wanted. He told the other trees, he was sorry, but he could only take one of them home.

“This here tree is it,” he told Steve.

“Ok, then,” Steve said, and went inside to pay for it. Then finding a length of rope in the trunk of the car, he and Ghost tied it to the roof. Then they went on down to the diner. Linda and Steve went in to get their food order.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Steve asked the waitress.

“Steve, hi…well, I’m about finished with my shift. Everything’s been good. Are you and Ghost ready for Christmas?” she asked.

“Yeah, we just got our tree. Ghost is out in the car. Oh, this is my sister, Linda. She’s here to visit, all the way from California.”

“Hope you enjoy our little town, Linda,” the waitress said. “You’re welcome in here, anytime.”

With their food ready to go, Steve and Linda went back to the car. The waitress asked the manager, “I didn’t know Steve had a sister, did you?”

“I think I heard of one that ran away, years ago. Guess she’d be the one,” he said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 76

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 76

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

76th installment

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Steve wrote the time and date in the notebook, then the names and dates engraved there on the gravestones, and what years were listed. Then looking around, he wondered where Ghost had gone. Letting his eyes become adjusted to the shady cemetery, he could just barely make out Ghost, over on the far side. He watched a few minutes, fascinated by how Ghost went about talking to the spirits. Ghost would go up to a headstone, and run his hands over it. Making the sign of the cross on himself, he’d close his eyes and just listen. At least he guessed Ghost was listening…he could see Ghost’s lips saying something…talking to the long dead ghosts, maybe.

He’d do this at each grave marker he came to. He was sure Ghost would tell him what he heard, so he quietly walked over to Ghost, taking the camera from him. “This needs to be recorded, too,” Steve thought…the invisible bond between the living and the dead, seemed like a sacred moment. Only Ghost could look so peaceful in among the relics of another age.

Not for the first time, Steve had the feeling that Ghost was not real, not really of this world, but of some strange and beautiful neverland far away, and was just waiting for the day he could go back to his real home…maybe in the blue sky that matched his eyes. Steve was getting misty eyed, himself, at this…and way too philosophical, he realized. Shaking his head, he went back to the car and opened a soda. He got out his guitar and began strumming a tune to cheer himself up.

Ghost came back from his sojourn with the spooks, joining Steve in a song or two. It was truly relaxing being out here, just the two of them, in the hushed graveyard.

“I think I got some good pictures,” Ghost said, as he grabbed a soda and took a long drink. “And, I’m not scared of this place. I guess I feel more right, now…like me again.”

“That’s great, Ghost. I’m glad you’re you again,” Steve said, and smiled.

Sometimes their conversations were pretty weird…no one else would get it.

“You want to go check out the next town, or just go some other direction from here?” Steve asked.

“I wish we could just skip over to a completely different place. This is ok, but it’s kinda the same things we been seeing around here…trees and mountains,” Ghost said. “I mean, driving is fun for awhile, but it takes so long, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know, especially when you sleep through most of it like ‘you’ do,” Steve teased.

“Hummph,” Ghost snorted. “I can’t help it if riding around puts me to sleep. You know it does.”

“Well, you want to go get on a plane and fly somewhere? We could totally do that now…leave the car here, and rent one somewhere else…then pick up this one on our way back,” Steve suggested.

Ghost was already shaking his head, no.

“Why not?”

“Just ’cause.”

“People do it every day…nothing to it,” Steve kept on.

“Yeah, but I think I have a bad feeling about it,” Ghost said. “You know how I get these premonitions, don’t ‘cha, Steve…well, I’m getting one now, and it says not to.”

Steve shook his head, “Ok, fine, we’ll just take the long scenic drive, then.”

“Good,” Ghost agreed. “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be some creepy caves here, or is that somewhere else?”

“Let me get the map. I’ve heard of some, somewhere,” Steve said, rummaging through the car. “Yeah, here’s some…over in Kentucky…Mammoth Cave…that’s the one I heard about. But, man…it’d take us probably a day or so to get there.”

“Ok, let’s go, then. We’re just driving around, anyway…might as well go toward something, huh?” Ghost said. He slid off the hood of the car, and opened the door.

“Right now?” Steve looked confused.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Ok, then,” Steve said, taking a marker and plotting their route on the map. “I think we should try for Nashville, and stay there for awhile, get a motel, get some real rest, and then head on up to that cave.”

“Yeah, let’s go, Steve,” Ghost said, hopping in the back seat.

Steve drove down the road, and five minutes later he noticed Ghost was out like a light…sound asleep.  “Thanks for keeping me company, Ghost…on our long drive.” He continued driving, stopping twice to get gas and more snack food. Ghost slept through both stops…and on through the first part of the night.

Steve finally saw the lights of Nashville, ahead, and he’d had enough driving. The first motel he saw, he pulled in. His hands were vibrating from clutching the steering wheel so long. He was exhausted, and could hardly keep his eyes open. Ghost was coming awake, squinching his eyes up at the bright, neon sign.

“I’m gonna get us a room…stay here,” Steve told Ghost.

~

When he got back with the key, he pulled around in the parking lot by their room. They grabbed a few things from the back of the car, and went inside. It wasn’t fancy, but the bed looked inviting, and the shower even more so. There was even a tv in the room, and a small, automatic coffee pot for their use.

“Go ahead, you first,” Ghost said to Steve, about the shower. He was sprawled out on the bed flipping channels on the tv. So, Steve took his time getting cleaned up, the hot water soothing his tense muscles.

“Your turn…maybe there’s some hot water left,” Steve said, when he came out. He fluffed a couple of pillows, then lay on the bed. He watched tv, as Ghost showered and sang. When Ghost was done, Steve had gone to sleep, but now Ghost was wide awake.

He prowled around the room, ate some snacks, watched more tv, wrote in his journal…then he was bored. He tried to feel if anything weird was left behind in the room…any leftover essenses of other travelers, but nothing specific came to him. He opened the door, looking out at the quiet parking lot, the only sound coming from distant cars going by on the highway.

He made a pot of the free coffee, drank it all, and still was not sleepy. “Bored, bored, bored,” he sang to himself, making up words, as he went along. This gave him the giggles…how absurd this was…strange town, strange motel, and bored to death. He thought that was a cool word – absurd – so he wrote it in his notebook…a few times…more than a few times, trying out different writing styles and colors of marker, making a design of it on the page. 

“Can’t let my drawing talent get rusty,” he thought, and that got him laughing, even more…and trying to be quiet was hard, the more he tried, the more it made him crack up.

“Shut up over there! Ya done woke me up,” Steve shouted.

“Shit, now what can I do?” Ghost asked himself. He picked through Steve’s bag, finding a couple of paperbacks. Thinking he’d read awhile, he flipped through them both, but the books looked dull and…boring. By then it was beginning to get light outside, as the morning sun rose in the sky.

Steve was still asleep, so Ghost went out to the car and sat on the hood. He’d greet the sunrise. There were so many tall buildings, though, it took awhile to actually see the sun come up above them. Meanwhile, other people were waking up and preparing to leave, carrying suitcases and such to their cars. Ghost kept sitting there, watching the passing parade of people. They all glanced at Ghost, sitting on the car, and some said hello. Ghost said ‘hey’ back to them.

More than a few wondered why the long-haired, hippie boy was sitting on a car. He didn’t look like he belonged in this country music capital, at all. They figured he was just passing through, same as they were. 

Ghost went and peeked in the door to their room. Steve was still asleep. Sighing, he went back to the car, and looked inside. It was pretty messy, so he gathered up the trash they’d thrown on the floorboards…empty soda and beer cans, fast food wrappers, and threw them in a nearby trash can. He emptied the cooler of melted ice water, and gathered up some dirty clothes into a pile. It looked better, and he felt like he’d done something useful. Then, he sat on the car again, wrote in his notebook, and waited for Steve to wake up.

A sudden motion caught his eye, over on the sidewalk. It was a stray cat. The cat looked back at him, which made him smile.

“Hey, Kitty, what’cha doing?” he asked.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

***

This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 62

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 62

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

62nd installment

warning…adult content

As they drove down a dirt path that led to the campsite, they saw other people camping out in their tents and RVs. There were lots of woodsy areas and a small lake. It looked like just the place for them, as they planned on staying a few days before continuing on their trip.

Finding a good spot to stop, Steve asked, “So, ok, Ghost…do ya remember how to put up this old tent?”

“Hmmph,” Ghost snorted, “I remember I saw that spider and you laughed at me. I never did put up that tent. You can just do it this time, and get a spider on you.”

“No, it’s your job, Ghost,” Steve laughed as he teased him. Ghost gave him the finger, and Steve cracked up.

“Ok, fine, we’ll do it together then,” he said, as he got out of the car and rolled out the tent.

Ghost had moved back a ways, not helping. “I’m gonna just get the other stuff out of the car,” he said, as he walked away.

He took his time rummaging around in the overstuffed trunk and back seat. Steve had finished putting up the tent by the time Ghost returned.

“You did a good job, Steve,” he smiled his lopsided grin.

“Yeah, thanks for helping, you slacker.” Steve grumbled, all hot and sweaty.

They pulled out the cooler of beer and sandwich fixings, and rested awhile. The other campers were lighting campfires and some kids were throwing a frisbee around. Steve had noticed some of the people had been watching him and Ghost. Of course they’d done some looking over at them, too, but nobody said you had to get acquainted with strangers in a campground.

Ghost, of course, never seemed to mind meeting new people. He could read people’s thoughts anytime he wanted, but reading subtle signs of friendship or disdain, was not as easy for him. He always thought people were nice, unless they came right out and said mean things, or hurt him.

It always puzzled him when things didn’t add up, people’s actions and thoughts sometimes were two different things. Steve supposed it might have something to do with numbers, in a round about way.

So, Ghost went walking around, down to the water, just looking at the stars, and moon, and saying hi to people along the way. For the most part he fit right in for once. These other campers were more of the commune, hippie class of people, he’d say…wanderers, modern day gypsies, or something.

Steve sat at their campsite and just watched what was happening, and how Ghost interacted. Some of the kids got him to throw the frisbee with them for awhile. Their parents, of course came over to check out the situation. Steve tensed up, just in case something happened, but everyone seemed friendly enough.

The weird thing was, was that Steve himself felt like the odd one out. He was still in his usual mode of dress, not decked out in his club clothes, but just in jeans and black t-shirt with a band logo. To these people, though, that made him strange, he guessed. And, he didn’t know how they’d feel or act if they knew he and Ghost were a couple.

Ghost returned then, and he chattered on about the people he’d met. “I told them we were gonna try to play at one of the clubs tomorrow night. Maybe they’ll come see us.”

“Did you say anything about us?”

No, why? Guess they can see we’re together, don’cha think?”

“I don’t know, but you have to be careful about stuff like that…some people may seem nice, but may not like the way we live, ya know.” Steve looked intensly at Ghost, hoping to make him understand.

“Uh-huh, I know, Steve, I’m not stupid. I know some people don’t like guys being together…or even just me. They can tell, Steve. They always know. I don’t have to tell them…and they either be ok, or hate me. That’s the way it’s always been.” Ghost spoke softly, and looked down through the long strands of hair that fell in his face. 

“You should know how it is by now, Steve, and I can’t hide all my life from something bad that might happen.” He sighed, and bit his lower lip.

Steve pushed Ghost’s hair away from his face, and raised his head to look him in his eyes. “I know, Ghost. I know…guess I’m just feeling different out here. We’re a long way from home, and I want to be able to take care of you. So, I’m always watching how people react…ya know?”

Ghost nodded. They sat awhile in silence. Then Ghost asked, “Steve, do you feel bad about being with me?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ghost?”

“You know…you know…shit, Steve…I’ve always been in love with you. I am the way I am. I don’t know any other way, but…you’ve had girlfriends before – lots of them, and I know you slept with some of them…so, I don’t even know what I’m saying…and now I’m embarrassed to look at you – for you to look at me,” He put his head down on his knees and arms, letting his hair fall over his face again.

Steve was stunned at what Ghost had said. He’d never thought about it like that, ever. Now he was all confused. He’d always thought and felt like he was a straight, macho male. He’d had plenty of girls, and enjoyed their company, and he knew for a fact, that he loved Ghost with all his heart…and loved giving him pleasure, and receiving Ghost’s love for him. So, now, what the hell was he? Maybe he was both…or maybe he was trying to prove he wasn’t before. And, did it even matter? He knew he’d never have anyone but Ghost ever again, but he was still who he was, and that wouldn’t change.

“Damn, Ghost,” he said. “How can you even think I’d be sad or ashamed of being with you? I love you and want to be with you till the end of time. Yeah, maybe I did have girlfriends. I mean, the opportunity was there, and I’m sorry…I guess I never noticed you needing me…not like it is now. You never made any moves on me…God…I’m messing this all up. I can’t say it right…” he was almost in tears.

Ghost still had his face covered, but Steve could see his shoulders shaking…he was crying.

“Ghost?” Steve put his hand on Ghost’s head.

Ghost sobbed, “That’s a shitty thing to say, Steve…you never noticed me?”

“No, no, no, Ghost. I noticed you…you’ve always been my best friend, my only friend, for real. Just, before , I didn’t realize you loved me. At least like that.”

“So, I’m just an opportunity in front of you, since you didn’t have anyone else at the time? You know I never did it with anyone  but you, Steve. I didn’t even know how, or how to get you to love me back. And then, that one time, the first time we kissed…and you didn’t even remember it, and then said it was an accident, and you were drunk, anyway? …You know I told Kinsey about it? He said he knew we were in love all along, even before we admitted it to ourselves. And, you were still denying it, Steve!

And now what? Is it real for you, now? Because, it’s always been real for me…so real it hurts. Even now, I’m scared you’re gonna wake up and say ‘well it’s been fun’, and Steve, I think I’d die if that ever happened. I – would – die. And, how could you do that to me? I’d never, ever leave you, Steve. Even when I went away, I didn’t leave you, really. You’re always in here, in my head…in my heart…forevermore, Steve!”

“Oh, my God, Ghost! You’re getting ahead of yourself…that will never happen, and don’t say it’s some kind of premonition, or some crazy vision. It – will – never – happen! I’ll never leave you, either. I know I loved you from the very first. It just took awhile for me to realize you wanted it, too. Oh, Ghost…you’re the one with the words. I don’t know how to make it so you really understand. I love you more than my own life. There’d be no reason to go on, if you weren’t here.

I’m never trying to hide our love for each other. I don’t care what anyone thinks. We are who we are, and I’m usually feeling unworthy of your love. I don’t deserve it, but I’m forever thankful that you see fit to love me, too.”

Ghost reached over and took Steve in a big embrace, and they kissed. As Steve brushed away Ghost’s tears, Ghost said, “Steve, will you play some songs for me? I need to hear you play, and I need to sing. I can’t go to sleep without it.” He sighed and leaned against Steve’s chest. “Please?”

Steve nodded, yes, and reached for his guitar. “I’ll play for you, Ghost, but quietly. I’ll play for you forevermore, anything you want.”

And so, he did, and Ghost sang, his beautiful golden voice reaching up to the stars. The other campers heard this, and were transfixed at the beauty of the starry night, and the amazing voice that sang them all to sleep.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 59

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

59th installment

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After the past few days of excitement, and hard work, Ghost and Steve’s house was back to being livable. The townspeople were so generous with their time, supplies, and good will, but now they had gone, and it was quiet again.

They were alone…just the two of them, and the rebuilt house. It looked almost the same. The covered porch was back, and another porch swing, new paint, new ‘old’ furniture scrounged from attics and thrift stores, and their salvaged things had been cleaned and put away. There was food in the kitchen, and sheets and blankets on the beds. Someone had even painted Ghost’s warding off sign back onto the porch in front of the screen door.

When Ghost looked in his bedroom, there were even glow-in-the-dark stars painted on the ceiling. The walls were freshly painted, but now blank, and a new package of markers was on the table beside the bed. Only one sentence was written on the wall, now. It said, ‘For you, Ghost and Steve, because we love you.’ and had hearts drawn around it. It was signed by everyone who’d worked to make it their home again.

Steve heard Ghost crying, and went to see what was the matter. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, with tears falling through strands of his hair, that hung in front of his face.

“Ghost, what is it? Why are you crying?”

Ghost pointed to the wall. “Look what they wrote, Steve. I’m crying because everyone is so nice to us, and they really do love us.”

Steve read the wall, then came to sit by Ghost, on the bed. He hugged him, and let a few of his own tears fall, to join Ghost’s.

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

~

As they got back into a routine, and settled in to the house again, they talked more about taking a long road trip.

“We’ll always come back here. This is our home, Ghost. We can go see other places for a while, then come back here, then go again. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, and maybe we can play some places, too. But, you know what? I want to do another show here before we go, to say thank you to everybody,” said Ghost.

“Ok, we’ll set it up, then,” Steve said.

~

Kinsey was all too happy to have them play at the club, before they left. He knew it would be a big deal for them, and for the rest of the kids, and even the others who’d helped rebuild the house…some who’d never come to see them play before. He began preparing for it, for the next weekend.

Steve and Ghost practiced their songs every day, and even in the nights – some were new ones, some were old favorites.

On the way to the sacred Yew the evening of the show, Steve was thinking of their journey together, so far. He could see how they’d changed since they were kids, and also how they had not. He himself, a punk with an attitude and a cynical chip on his shoulder – mad at a world, that was quickly beating him down to a hard-hearted bastard, that hated everyone and everything.

And Ghost, who was never born, and was this pale lost soul, being bullied and hurt so much already at such a young age, but still had an open, loving heart to everything…and the magic that always surrounded him. He’d seen fit to befriend himself, Steve, and share that magic with him…to basically love him and ultimately save him from himself.

Ghost nudged open Steve’s dark side, and poured his golden smile and lightness into him…and his sky blue eyes promised his love, loyalty, and faithfulness…forevermore…forevermore…

He looked over at Ghost, who was hanging his head out the car window, letting the moon shine turn his hair sparkly silver. Steve shook his head and smiled. Ghost was still such a little hippie…tie-dyed t-shirt, baggy old Army jacket, with sewn on patches, raggedy jeans with marker writing on them…happy-go-lucky, no matter what. Then he looked at himself…still trying to be the badass rocker – dressed in black, boots with chains, leather jacket, and dark brooding eyes. How on Earth did the two of them ever get together?

“It was fate, Steve,” Ghost said. “It was always meant to be. I knew you a long, long time ago, in another time and place. We loved each other then, too. And when I saw you, that first day I came here from the mountains, I recognized your soul. But, I didn’t know how to make you see it, too. I’m happy you finally did.” He sighed.

Steve was amazed, as usual, that without even trying, Ghost had heard all his prior thoughts. He pulled up into the parking lot of the club, and took Ghost’s hand, pulling him to himself. “I love you, Ghost. you are my life.” He kissed Ghost tenderly, at first, then fiercely, and didn’t want to stop. But, it was time to put on their show.

Now they were energized, and both knew they’d have all the long night together. It was still a bit early to open the doors to the club, so they went in the back door, saying hi to Kinsey, as they passed by his office. He noticed their flushed appearance, and smiled…they never get enough of each other, he thought.

Steve went up on the stage and began to ready his equipment. It was just the two of them tonight. They had taped music from Terry and R.J., and they would do their own parts live. Of course Ghost always sang live. Ghost was at the writing wall, putting in today’s thoughts. He wrote a long one, thanking everyone for their help, and that he’d miss everyone while they were gone, but that they’d be back before too long.

Ghost thought about the new songs they’d do tonight…what they meant to him and Steve, what the people would think of them…even though, they wouldn’t get the same meaning from the words. Maybe, they would take from them some meaning of their own. They’d both written some parts of each song, and that was mostly how they’d sing them – in turn – on the songs, *”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, and *”Need You Now”. Ghost would sing *”If I Die Young” by himself, just to Steve playing on his acoustic guitar, and of course, as always, the last one would be *”World”.

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Kinsey opened the door, letting in the crowd that had gathered. Everyone was in a good mood, ready for the songs, and to show Ghost and Steve they loved them, by their presence here this night.

Back stage, Ghost was sipping a mug of hot tea, with lemon and honey, to ease his throat. He’d had Steve put a few tiny braids in his hair, with a blue bird’s feather on the end of one. He wasn’t sure, but it may have been the feather from the blue bird he’d seen at the old gravestone, that day long ago. At any rate, he considered it good luck.

Steve was doing last minute tuning on his guitars. Kinsey poked his head in and said, “Y’all ready? It’s time.” He went out to announce them. Ghost got a shiver of excitement, that ran like electricity through him. As they reached the door, Steve kissed Ghost one more time. Their shared thought was that their shows were to entertain everyone, but mostly it was for themselves…their love and their heartbreak, their hopes and dreams for each other. They knew Kinsey had figured it out, too, and that was fine with them, after all he was like family. Their lives played out on stage – a soundtrack of their journey so far.

As they walked on stage, the crowd of club kids erupted in happy applause. Even the older crowd at the back of the club, were clapping for them. Those who’d never heard their music before, were clapping right along, too, but were a little anxious about what they’d hear tonight. The kids had changed back into their usual club clothes. For this send-off, they were going to go all out.

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*”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, sung by Roberta Flack, released January 21, 1973, label – Atlantic, Composed by Charles Fox, with lyrics by Norman Gimble in collaboration with Lori Lieberman

*”Need You Now”, sung by Lady Antebellum , from the album “Need You Now”, released August 24, 2009, label – Capitol Nashville, written by Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly, Dave Haywood, and Josh Kear

*”If I Die Young”, sung by The Band Perry, released on self titled album, October 12, 2010, label – Republic Nashville, written by Kimberly Perry

*”Hole in the World”, sung by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, and Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II, on the album “The Very Best Of”

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 57

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

57th installment

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Steve and Ghost kept making their way toward the house, until they could see the graveyard. Far across the way they saw Kinsey and Terry on the other side, still calling out for them. The men rushed toward them. After seeing them alive, and that Ghost was hurt, the next thing they did notice was their lack of clothes. Steve had forgotten about being embarrassed. He was just happy to have been found.

Kinsey took Ghost from Steve. “Thank God you’re alive. Where did y’all go?”

Steve explained about the cave, and how they’d had to get out of the house after the tree fell on it. “How does it look?”

Kinsey shook his head, “Not good, Steve. It may have to be torn down.”

“No, we’re gonna fix it,” Steve said. 

“Sure, man,” Terry said. “Sure, I’ll help ya.” He looked over at Kinsey and  shrugged. They knew they should just go along with whatever Steve said, for now.

“What happened to Ghost? Did the tree smash his hand? It’s all broken and swollen up,” Terry asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so…it was such a crazy night. Everything was falling and crashing. We just had to get out of there in a hurry,” Steve said.

“Guess y’all didn’t have time to get dressed, either, huh?”

“Yeah, didn’t have time,” said Steve, in a tone that meant – don’t ask about it again.

All this time, they’d been walking back to the house. “We have to get Ghost to the hospital,” said Kinsey. “He’s got a bad fever, and probably broken bones in his hand.”

“They continued to talk, finally coming to the clearing into the back yard. The house looked bad from this side, too. Terry and Kinsey kept going, supporting Ghost, then noticed Steve wasn’t following behind them any more.

“Hey, Steve, where’d ya go?” Terry hollered.

They looked back to the edge of the woods, and saw Steve on his knees, hands covering his face. He was crying…huge, body shaking sobs. Terry ran back.

“What is it, Steve? What’s the matter? Y’all are ok now, and we’ll help ya get the house fixed.”

But, Steve couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. It felt like the past two years had just crashed down on him. He’d had to be strong, and keep it together for so long. He’d had to numb his feelings…no one should suspect that macho Steve had actual feelings. But, just now, he’d finally cracked, and the whole of it had been too much to hold back any longer. He thought he’d never stop crying.

“It’s ok, man, it’s ok,” said Terry, not really knowing what else to do.

Kinsey had turned back to see what was going on. He’d helped Ghost sit down on a low headstone, but even in his far off place, Ghost could hear Steve’s cries…could feel his anguish and pain for all that had gone before, and his fear of what would come. Even in his own pain, Ghost managed to get up and stagger back to Steve.

“Go…” he said to Kinsey and Terry, as he waved them away.

They backed up some, just watching. Ghost put his arms around Steve then, and talked softly to him. Steve heard, and the crying slowed. Ghost kept talking in soothing tones, telling him to cry it all out, to not worry about what comes next; no matter what, they’d be together and work out their pain. He told him he would never leave him, that he loved him. He kept brushing back Steve’s hair, and wiping the tears away, as fast as they fell…his own joining Steve’s in empathy.

Then, they both rose to their feet, and leaning on each other, made their way toward the old house, and their ‘whatever comes next’.

Terry and Kinsey just stared in awe at the two of them. They were survivors. As they all reached the house, they were overwhelmed at the mess. It would take a lot of time and work to get it back to being livable.

“Y’all can’t stay here…you’re gonna stay at the club. There’s an extra room upstairs by mine. Steve, look around…see if there’s anything you have to have that’s not ruined, then I’m taking Ghost to the hospital.

So, Steve and Terry wandered around the broken house. There was still water soaking everything, their clothes included. Most of their band equipment was still out in the car, so there wasn’t much they’d need from the house right now. Ghost’s Army jacket was soaked, but Steve picked it up anyway. It could be washed; his backpack was lying in a puddle of water. He took that too. It was supposed to be waterproof…his current notebooks and journals were in there…his older ones, he kept in the trunk of the car. That was all for now.

He remembered that in the car was a pile of clothes. They almost never cleaned out the car, and joked about being able to live on what was in there, including snacks, and bottles of water and beer. Steve dug out some clothes for them both. The car was ok, but was blocked from getting out, by all the tree branches. They’d get it later. The four of them got into Kinsey’s car, and drove out to the highway. They were all going to Raleigh, it seemed.

No one said much on the way. Steve and Ghost were exhausted. They both dozed off, there in the back seat. Kinsey had to drive carefully, as the highway was still littered, in the storm’s aftermath. The highway road crews were trying to clear it.

Terry checked to see if they were asleep. They were, so he elbowed Kinsey – he had something to say, and he said it quietly.

“Kinsey, I saw something weird at the house – in Ghost’s bedroom. Did you notice the handcuffs attached to the bed railing?”

Kinsey looked over at Terry and shook his head.

“Yeah, they were locked closed, and kinda smashed up and bent, but still closed. What do ya think of that?”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows, and said, “Hmm, what do you make of it, Terry?”

“Well, what I’m thinking, and I may be way off, is that Ghost was handcuffed to the bed. You know…they might have been messing around with each other…and then the storm came, and they couldn’t get to the key…and Steve had to bash Ghost’s hand to get him loose. That’s what I think.”

Kinsey sighed. “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Guess he had to do whatever he could to save themselves. Damn, these two go through so much shit. Looks like they’d catch a break sometimes…and guess I’m not gonna ask them about it, either.”

“Yeah, me neither,” said Terry.

~

They finally got to the emergency room, and checked in, filling out forms, and explaining their need for Ghost to be seen. The waiting room was pretty full, so they waited. When Ghost was called back, Steve went with him. They took x-rays, and then came the conference with the doctor. Looking at the film, Steve couldn’t tell much, but the doctor pointed out all the broken bones in Ghost’s hand. It was serious…Ghost would have to have surgery, as soon as possible, or he’d lose his hand. Already, the infection from the cuts, was doing damage. After an antibiotic shot, they admitted Ghost to a room…he’d have surgery the next morning.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 52

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

52nd installment

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The next morning Steve woke first, expecting Ghost to have already made coffee, but Ghost was still in bed. Steve went ahead and made it, and had some cereal. Still, Ghost wasn’t up, so he went to check on him, even if he figured Ghost was still mad at him. Opening the bedroom door, he saw Ghost in bed, but something didn’t feel right. Ghost was breathing funny. Going over to him, he brushed Ghost’s hair off his face.

“Ghost, wake up. You’re burning up.” He shook him several times, before he got a response. “You’ve got a fever, Ghost!”

Ghost was shivering and could hardly croak out a word. He just pointed to the back room, wanting Steve to get him some weird concoction, but Steve wouldn’t, this time.

“No way, man, this looks serious. You’re going to see a real doctor for once.”

Ghost was too sick to protest much, so Steve helped him out to the new car. “Thank goodness we have a car now,” Steve thought, as he sped toward Raleigh, and the nearest hospital.

It was weird going through the sign in process; it took forever, but finally they saw the doctor. He told them it was strep throat, and he gave Ghost a shot and some medicine to take home.

At the house, Steve settled Ghost into the bed, so he could tend to him. He was a little worried about doing a show on the weekend, but Ghost recovered pretty fast, and they had a day to practice their set. Nothing else was said about the confrontation that had gone down before.

~

Kinsey, hadn’t had much time to advertise that Lost Souls? were going to perform, but word got out, and the club filled up fast on that Saturday night. Steve and Ghost had come in early to set up, getting everything working on stage, and Kinsey was glad to see they were getting along. He knew from past experience, that they would be a well oiled, magic machine on stage, no matter their quarrels.

Having worked out some new songs, they planned them for the cornerstones of their set list, and had some of their old favorites to fill in the middle. As usual, Kinsey could sense the connecting thread of the song choices and lyrics, that told of Steve and Ghost’s journey together. Again, he was brought to tears, by the way they presented themselves on stage, to the crowd, and to each other.

They began with a new one, *”If I Die Young”, then a couple of old ones. Next was another new one, *”The First Cut is the Deepest”. Kinsey was a little confused at the lyrics of the new ones, though. He knew they held some meaning for the guys, but he did not know their whole story. All he knew, was these new songs were sad, and then again, hopeful. They flowed in a sort of story telling time line, just like Lost Souls? songs always did.

The club kids were digging it, no matter what they meant..they all had different experiences that were reflected in Ghost’s songs…it must be a universal mind set, he guessed. Then, they changed it up a bit. Steve hardly ever sang a song by himself; he usually just came in on the chorus, but for some reason, this was different.

No explanation was given…they just continued. Steve had written the next song, and wanted to sing it to Ghost…and even in his off key voice, it was amazing. He called it *”Truly, Madly, Deeply”, and he sang it with such emotion, it didn’t matter if his voice was out of tune, and broke up in parts. Ghost just stood there, looking into Steve’s eyes the whole time, tears flowing freely. The crowd was hushed, just mesmerized by Steve baring his soul in a love song to Ghost.

There were a few minutes of silence after that one, then Steve started playing an upbeat tune to get things going again. Their next two new ones, *”Always”, and *”Stuck With You”, were still telling a timeline story of their life, going from pain and heartbreak, to having come through it all, and now are happy to be together again. These got the crowd smiling and dancing.The last new one was *”Home”, which was where it should be in the lineup. As usual, they ended the show with *”World”, the sad, yet uplifting song that gave hope to all who heard it. The kids sang along with the familiar words that meant so much to them all. Then it was done.

The guys were mobbed by the fans, who congratulated them, and welcomed them back. But, there was one stranger in the back of the club, that was not happy…not at all. As Steve and Ghost made their way backstage to cool off and pack up, the stranger followed. When he saw his chance, he took it. As Ghost walked down the hallway, he heard someone call out to him. He turned, coming face to face with Maxy.

“Maxy, what are you doing here?” Ghost asked. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.

“I missed you, Ghost…you ran out on me, remember? That pissed me off. Now, I’m here to drag you back where you belong, you little bitch…” Maxy said, grabbing Ghost, actually trying to drag him away.

Ghost screamed and yelled for Steve, kicking Maxy, but Maxy was bigger and stronger, and took a tighter grip, yanking Ghost around by his hair. Steve had not heard Ghost cry out, over the crowd noise, and the jukebox, which was now blasting out music, but some of the kids noticed Ghost being practically kidnapped. They burst into the dressing room, telling Steve to come quick…Ghost needed him.

As he ran out of the dressing room, he saw the tall stranger trying to manhandle Ghost out the door. In a split second, Steve realized this must be Maxy, and he was going to kill him with his bare hands, if he had to. He ran full out, as the crowd parted, jumped on Maxy, knocking him down. He hit him as hard as he could. Ghost was able to scramble away. The crowd, seeing what was happening, charged in to help Steve. Ghost grabbed a beer bottle, whacking Maxy on the head a couple of times, before it even slowed him down.

Maxy didn’t count on all the kids there, jumping on him, or their loyalty to Steve and Ghost, in this little backwoods town. Kinsey called the sheriff, who finally got there, and broke up the brawl. He hauled Maxy off to jail for attempted kidnapping.

The club was a mess of overturned tables and spilled drinks. Kinsey yelled for everyone to clear out, deciding then and there he needed a long vacation. He went to the back room, where he found Steve and Ghost gathering their equipment.

“You guys, ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve answered, and Ghost just nodded.

“Was that the guy you were involved with out in L.A., Ghost?”

Ghost looked down through his hair, saying softly, “Yeah…he shouldn’t have come here.”

“Damn straight, he shouldn’t have come here,” said Steve. “How could you ever get with that creep, Ghost? How could you…I’m still gonna kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” Kinsey said. “He’s in jail and will be charged. Then, he’ll do his punishment and crawl back to where he came from. You’ll only hurt yourself and Ghost, if you go after him.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” said Steve.

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*”If I Die Young”…The Band Perry…written by Kimberly Perry…Label – Republic Nashville…Released on self titled album, October 12, 2010

*”The First Cut is the Deepest”…Sheryl Crow…written by Cat Stevens…published 1967…released on A & M, October 20, 2003, on the album “The Very Best of Sheryl Crow”

*”Truly, Madly, Deeply”…Savage Garden…written by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones…Label – Columbia (International), Roadshow (Australia), Sony Records (Japan)…from the album “Savage Garden”, released March 3, 1997.

*”Always”…Erasure…written by Vince Clarke and Andy Bell…Label – Mute (UK), Elektra (U.S.), released on the album “I Say I Say I Say”, April 11, 1994.

*”Stuck With You”…Huey Lewis and the News…written by Chris Hayes and Huey Lewis…Label – Chrysalis…released on the album “Fore”, August 31, 1986.

*”Home”…Phillip Phillips…written by Drew Pearson and Greg Holden…Label – Interscope…released May 23, 2012 on the album “The World From the Side of the Moon”

*”Hole in the World”…The Eagles…written by Don Henley and Glenn Frey…Label – The Eagles Recording Company II… released on the album “Eagles – TheVery Best Of” on July 15, 2003

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 37

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

37th installment

warning…adult content

Ghost entered the house, walking down the hall to his bedroom. The door was already opened, the house smelled good…like sage. He smiled, knowing that Steve had burnt the sage for him. In the bedroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bed, with nice clean blankets, only having one twinge of anxiety, before falling asleep. He had no nightmares this night.

Some time later, Steve came in and quietly looked in at Ghost. Going over, he brushed a strand of hair from Ghost’s face and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a rush of love for this child of wonder. Going to his own room, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a fresh start,” was the last thing he thought about.

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Early the next morning, Steve made coffee, then left Ghost a note by the coffee pot. It said, “I’ve gone to get us some groceries. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Steve.”

Ghost grinned when he read it. He’d have to tease Steve, when he returned. He had written proof now, that Steve loved him. He drank his coffee, and took a long needed shower. Finding some of his old clothes, he put on a soft, well-worn hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, with only a few holes in them.

He was sitting on the old couch, writing in his journal, when Steve came back, huffing and puffing, carrying bags of stuff, and complaining about the long walk. He looked at Ghost still sitting there, and said,

“So, are you just gonna sit there, or are ya gonna help me with this shit?”

Ghost grinned and said, “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you deal with all that shit,” and then had to duck, as Steve lobbed a box of cereal at him.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, grabbing handfuls of the sweet, sugary stuff, spilling some, eating it right from the box.

“Good thing I got the kid cereal. Looks like there’s a little kid up in here today,” Steve said, as he juggled the bags into the kitchen.

“You got this kind ’cause you looove me,” Ghost teased.

“Yeah, right,” Steve hollered from the kitchen.

Ghost came and leaned on the door frame, watching Steve put things away.

“What else ya got in there, anyway?”

“Grown up food, that’s what,” Steve said. “Maybe if you’d grow up, you could have some.”

“Hmmmph,” muttered Ghost. “I’m grown up.”

Steve finished his task, then got himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He looked like he wanted to talk about serious stuff, Ghost thought.

‘I hate to break it to ya, Ghost, but that was the last of the money I had. Guess I’ll have to go back to work at the record store…if Terry will have me.”

“Where’s your car, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve stared hard at Ghost. “It got totaled. Guess you didn’t hear about that, since you were off doing God knows what.” Steve looked at Ghost, and his eyes were not happy.

Ghost didn’t like this turn in the conversation. It was like Steve was accusing him of wrecking his car. Steve continued, with a sharp edge to his words.

“Yeah, I wrecked the son-of-a-bitch…had too much to drink. Coming back here after a binge, drowning myself in alcohol, because I couldn’t find you, Ghost. Wrapped it around a tree on the way back from Raleigh one night. I had to be in the hospital up there for three weeks. I was a mess, broke arm, broke ribs, stitches…but, I guess it was a wake-up call. I haven’t been drinking, at least not as much any more…”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah? I thought you were suppoosed to know everything. Well, guess your super powers failed ya this time. Guess it’s my turn to tell you not to say you’re sorry. If it hadn’t been for…” he quit talking then, as he realized what he was doing. He was accusing Ghost, and really, it was his own fault for causing Ghost to leave in the first place. And, he was practically yelling in Ghost’s face.

“Oh, my God, Ghost! None of this is your fault, none of it,” and he wanted to say I’m sorry, but had been warned not to. So he just clamped his mouth shut and stared at the table in front of him.

Ghost turned, leaving the room.

“Why, why, why did I do that?” Steve thought. “Every time I open my mouth something bad comes out, and then it’s too late to take it back. I wind up hurting everyone I know.”

More sarcastic thoughts came into his head…”Well, he asked what happened to the car. He didn’t know, but I didn’t have to tell him all that. Damn!”

He could hear Ghost trying to cry quietly, in the bedroom. Steve sighed as he went to see about him…to try to make things right again.

As he came to the doorway, he saw that Ghost was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, tears running down into his ears, wetting his hair and pillow. Steve walked over and tried to touch him, but Ghost turned away, then said with a sob…

“God does know what I was off doing, Steve. I was too busy dying to hear about your wreck. But, if I had, I’d have come back to be with you, even when I was dead!”

He turned back toward Steve, wiping the tears from his face, but Steve was already brushing away the tears with his thumbs, cradling Ghost’s face in his hands. He noticed Ghost’s left eye twitching, and wondered about it.

“Ghost, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never can say things the right way. It comes out all wrong. I’m sorry…yeah, I have to say it, and I mean it. And, I am sorry, too. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch for hurting you over and over.”

“I know, Steve,” Ghost said. “I know you don’t mean to, and I try to not let it bother me,” he took a deep breath. “Can we just start over?” he grinned, and again Steve saw his broken tooth..

“Yeah, Ghost, we can start over. At least we can try.”

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 31

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

(31st installment)

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Steve left the mountain woman’s cabin, walking out of the mountain village and down the twisty road, back to the highway. His head was reeling. He had no idea which way to go. He didn’t want to go back home yet, so he started in the opposite direction, to the west…the same way Ghost had gone. As the sun went down and it began to get dark, a semi truck came down the highway… the trucker stopped for Steve.

As fate would have it, it was the same guy Ghost had hitched a ride with. Steve told the guy he was searching for his friend, who may have come this way. The man mentioned his other hitchhiker sounded like Steve’s friend. He didn’t mention what he’d done to him.

So, Steve knew he was on the right path, and when offered, he rode all the way to L.A. with the trucker. As they pulled up into the freight yard, he told Steve that this was the last place he’d seen him. Steve walked away, sure he was getting closer to finding Ghost.

He didn’t know just how close he’d be. He wandered around the area for a few days, putting out flyers with Ghost’s picture on it everywhere he went. He asked around, but no one had any information. That is until he went into a small coffee shop. He spoke to the barista about his search for Ghost.

She screamed, “I know him!” Steve insisted she tell him what she knew. She did, then added, “But, I haven’t seen them in awhile. They got too big for this place and started playing bigger venues. They put flyers up, but I haven’t been able to get off work to catch a performance. Maybe you can!”

Steve thanked her, then left. He walked around some more, now looking for the flyers. He finally found an old one tacked to a light pole. He tore it down and stared at the picture on it. It was definitely Ghost. His heart quickened. They’d played several nights before, at a place across the city, a popular club. Then he looked closer at the person in the picture with Ghost. He narrowed his eyes. He already didn’t like this Maxy person.

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Back in Missing Mile, Kinsey was looking at the same flyer that Steve was looking at. Just that day, he’d received an envelope in the mail. It had the flyer for Ghost and Maxy’s band, and another flyer…one of those Steve had been putting up everywhere. Written on the first flyer was a note. It said, ‘Is this the Ghost you’re looking for? Don’t waste your time. He belongs to me now!’ It wasn’t signed. Kinsey just stared at it. Steve was somewhere out there, Ghost was somewhere out there…who knew if they’d ever find each other. It just keeps getting worse, he thought. I’m too old to deal with all this drama. He figured he’d just mind his own business for the time being. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. He shook his head and went back to work.

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Steve continued his search. Every time he’d thought he was close, he found he was just a little too late. He kept on though, searching every group of people he saw, for a glimpse maybe of seeing Ghost.

The night of the phone call had made Maxy furious. He’d thrown Ghost into the wall, his phone was broken, and Ghost wasn’t co-operating according to his plans anymore. He was glad Ghost was hurting, there on the floor. He stood over him, telling him he’d crossed the line, that he owned him now, and he demanded Ghost do what he said, that he’d never let him go.

Ghost barely heard him. He’d hit his head hard on the brick accent wall, when he fell against it, and was half knocked out. A gash was cut into the back of his head, and was bleeding, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry. Then, Maxy was yelling what sounded like nonsense at him. Ghost tried to sit up, but was extremely dizzy. Before he could do anything, Maxy attacked him. He held Ghost down and took him by force, in anger and dominance.

Ghost was defenseless against such rage. Afterwards, he vowed to himself to get away as soon as he could. He was afraid for his life. He knew he needed help, but from who? He really didn’t know anyone in this city, and he’d been kept pretty isolated by Maxy, and now Maxy would be watching him even closer.

The next morning, Maxy was all apologetic, and said he was sorry, but Ghost didn’t believe it for a second. He went along with it, fearing that if he didn’t, he’d be in for more trouble. Maxy did have another plan for controlling Ghost.  He’d found that whenever he’d slipped Ghost something stronger than pot, Ghost would mellow out and be pliable…he could get him to do anything. He didn’t know why, because the same drugs made everyone he knew all hyper. He didn’t know about Ghost’s ADD problem, and that stimulants worked the exact opposite on it.

So he started slipping the drugs into whatever Ghost ate or drank. It worked just like he planned. What else he didn’t know, was that when Ghost was in the calm state, his mind would do what it did best. Ghost was able to actually focus and sent out his mind messages even stronger, and could receive and feel other’s thoughts better, too.

For the next few days, as Ghost’s head cleared of the dizziness and headache, he kept getting visions and dreams of Steve. They were unfiltered, and seemed desperate and frantic…and worst of all, nearby. He couldn’t get the feelings to go away. He didn’t really want them to go away, just wanted to know what they meant. He pushed his mind in Steve’s direction. Maybe that would clarify things better. He felt that Steve was here, close by, looking for him. He was torn. He wanted Steve to find him, but he wasn’t sure he could face him yet.

He and Maxy had another show booked that night. It went ok…a big crowd showed up. Then, as they were leaving, Ghost froze, thinking he saw Steve, there on the sidewalk. Steve did not see him, the crowd was pushing and shoving along as they left the venue. Steve was pushed along, too. Ghost was sure it was him, but he looked so sad and beaten down.

Maxy had seen Ghost staring at something, someone in the crowd, and he didn’t like it. He grabbed Ghost’s arm tightly and dragged him back into the club. He kept Ghost next to him the rest of the night.

Steve had tried to get to the club where Ghost was playing that night. He’d finally found a current flyer and made his way over there, getting lost a few times. As he reached the club, everyone was leaving, and he knew he’d missed his chance at finding Ghost…again. He hung around anyway, just in case, but the club was closing, and he’d never gotten to see Ghost. He was sick of this. He had no money or place to stay. He couldn’t find Ghost. Maybe he should go back home to regroup, figure out some other way, because this wasn’t working.

So, late that night he got out on the highway and hitched back to North Carolina. It took three days. He was exhausted. Back at the house, he collapsed into bed, not waking for hours. Ghost was in his dreams.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 28

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

28th installment

Warning….adult content

Ghost’s heart lurched, when he saw Maxy coming into the room. “I gotta go…”, he said into the phone, but didn’t finish his goodbye to Kinsey, because Maxy grabbed him and threw him across the room. The phone went flying and crashed onto the tile floor of the entryway, where it broke. Kinsey heard someone bellow, “Get off the phone, Ghost,” and the sound of of Ghost being thrown up against the wall. He heard Ghost cry out, “Leave me alone!” then the phone crashed, and the connection was broken.

Kinsey was frantic. He wanted to help Ghost, but there was no way…no way at all. He didn’t even know where he was calling from. He paced around the room, thinking of every angle he could, to trace the call. He called the phone company, but they couldn’t tell him much. It was long distance, was all they could say, unless an investigation demanded their phone records.

Kinsey tried to calm down, telling himself Ghost would be ok. He was able to survive all this time on his own, surely he could take care of himself.

He never went back to bed…just sat up drinking coffee…cup after cup, deciding whether to talk to Steve. In the end, he decided he would have to. In the morning he’d drive out to Ghost’s house on Burnt Church Road, and confront Steve. He dreaded it. Steve had gone from raging rapist, to a broken down drunk, when he couldn’t find Ghost.

He’d heard about Steve’s search. It had gone on for almost a year. Steve had criss-crossed the country in his old T-bird, asking for any word or sighting of Ghost, and came up with absolutely nothing. He’d left flyers and contact information everywhere he went…big towns, little towns, clubs and bars, hippie communes, thrift stores, and voo-doo shops, but he’d had no luck.

Then, about six months ago, he’d gotten a lead. It was quite by accident…a real accident. Steve was driving home from Raleigh, after drinking too much, and crashed his T-bird into a tree. The car was totaled, and Steve was hospitalized with broken bones and lacerations. He spent a couple of weeks there.

Terry had gone up to see him there, and said Steve was in pretty bad shape, but would survive, at least survive his injuries. It seemed he’d almost lost his will to live, kept going on about how Ghost had put a hoo-doo curse on him, and he might as well die right now, rather than go on being cursed by his best friend.

He finally got released from the hospital, and on the way back home, had to hitch hike, since he had no car anymore. A guy in an old pick-up gave him a ride. He saw Steve trudging along the side of the road, with his arm in a sling, and stopped to see if he needed a ride.

They got to talking, and Steve told him some of the story, about the accident, and how he’d been searching for his missing friend. The man mentioned he was on his way to visit family, up in the mountains. He’d heard talk of a stranger that came to stay, maybe about a year and a half ago, he wasn’t sure…wasn’t even at his family’s little place. He’d just heard it through the grapevine. It didn’t involve his people, so he didn’t put much thought into it…just another bit of mountain gossip.

“Maybe it was your friend?” he asked.

Steve thought about it and mentally groaned. Why hadn’t he remembered…Ghost came from the mountains…maybe he’d gone back there.

“It all fits,” he said, getting excited. “That’s where I should have started looking. But, I wouldn’t even know where to start. There’s a lot of mountains. Can you take me there?” Steve asked. “I have to find out if anyone up there knows anything at all.”

“Well, I reckon so…I’m going there anyway, and could use the company. It’s at least another two or three hours, though,” said the man.

They kept on driving down the highway, past Missing Mile, and soon came to the first crossroads off the highway, that led up to the first settlement. The man stopped, and told Steve that up that twisty, dirt road was a little community. Maybe he could start asking for information on his friend, there.

“My family is on up the highway, and I know they didn’t take in any strangers,” he said.

Steve nodded, and thanked the man for the ride. He’d take it from here.

“Well, good luck then…uh…I guess I should give you a bit of advice. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the kind of people up here, but they don’t really take to outsiders much, so don’t be too surprised if they’re pretty wary and closed mouthed. They’re good people, but have been set in their ways for probably a hundred years. They don’t like change. I hope you get some information.”

Steve said he understood, and they went their separate ways.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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